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& some times. some tymes the truth hurts soo bad . & for the simple fact that its you ; it seems to be hurting worse. maybe because with you i feel things can be different. will i mean, i want things to be different. i pray things can be different. so i roll with the punches. & i roll with the lies. only to believe, they wont be lies no more. not in a naive sense. but more of in a sense that i know you love me, & whatever the situation maybe we can work it out. but every lie that spills out your mouth, feels like a brutal beating. a slap in the face. & in my heart `n soul all i feel like i can do is. . . .turn the other cheek. "so come on. slap me. how much worse can it be ?" =/

_jenee lezlie crawford